I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,
The port city and it’s secrets, The Sicilians drapes hung in the… The ghosts beyond the limestone wa… The sad holy brush of James Walsh… The sanctity of the unknown,
You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,
Shackled to a yearning, Dripping face chin to the earth, Not buried yet, Nor glum nor trite, Earths pleasures,
Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.
To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!
My heart stings tonight. I’ll remember your incredible mind… piercing blue eyes, that laughed and danced, as you told jokes,
My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,
Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,
We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,
It’s the end of winter, The sun has migrated, Finally full circle, The weeks are the same though, sti… as I drive home,
I look out over the expanse of the… the lights forever glisten, gauging the distance between every… in houses with cutlery now clinkin… 7pm and maybe conversations.
There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,
The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,
Oh dreaded day, bring light! Nothing less than the beauty that you are, The whispers and winds in mind, Shackled, deranged, slightly mad,